a facebook friend (isn’t that a funny distinction these days?) posted a flyer on his wall that’s straight 1991, swirly faceless dancer, euro-bubbly font with no caps, dj in lower right corner with one headphone off his ear. no cartoons or cute things though. i suppose that there will always be places in the world where rave-type flyers are seen as stylish and cutting edge. i remember carter collecting them what seems like 2 or 3 lifetimes ago, and using them to decorate…something, maybe dorm room her sophomore year? whatever the year of the astroturf was.
a friend-friend (felt the need to distinguish) wondered this week if i have a fear of intimacy. i rolled that around in my brain for awhile like a marble and decided it’s not a fear so much as feeling like i don’t even want to bother. disdain is slightly to strong of a word. maybe apathy. an apathy for intimacy. i like the sound of that; i should copyright it now.
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